Wandering along a country path today, I saw a large Alsatian spinning madly on the spot, while a man next to him, holding a lead, threw up rather extravagantly into a bush.
I can only assume they were having some kind of contest, which the owner lost. Perhaps he'll be sleeping outside tonight, while the Alsatian reclines comfortably on a sofa, picking languidly through a box of Dairy Milk whilst watching repeats of Top Gear. This is only a guess.
I really wish I'd asked now.
Maybe I'll go back.